The dean, who looked at the pain every day, came to the fourteenth century.
Slave status? Son-in-law? Will you marry a big hen when you open your eyes?
Superstitious? Witchcraft? To celebrate the eldest lady who is suffering from a strange disease?
Looking at the people who were pointing fingers at his origin, he only said one sentence: "Look down on slaves? The emperor of this dynasty still has to live a meal!"
